We made a business deal then shook hands and parted,
we were both satisfied and looked at each other eye to eye,
a good deal for both of us with a promise of future gains,
then the tide shifted as fate would have it,
words of friendship became words of hate,
you gyped me, you promised me, you said you would!
but i made no promise i stammered,
i simply said i'd consider it unless i got a better deal!
business is fickle - as long as the money flows there is promise of good,
but if the deal goes down another way the friendship is lost,
it was a friendship of money on the line,
tempers flared and time grew dim, no one knew how money rules,
the mind and actions of a man who lost his deal,
he thought it would always be there but was his intention true of making a friend,
or simply of an intention of making money - screw the friend if he lets you down,
and bang his head upon the ground,
you promised, you promised, he shouted,
i asked him if our friendship could be ruined by money?
and even though he said "no , oh no"
it was , it was!